Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:58:29 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane: The Early Years Part Three

  I went inside and up to where Arnold Stanner had his office. I was
welcomed in like a long lost son and couldn't praise me enough with what I
had found out in Iraq and took me down to Spencer's office to be praised
again now being told of Operation White House and the capture of this Baath
chairman by the Americans.

     Those dealing with this Iraqi war were also informed at how and by
whom this information had been obtained and they surprised me saying that
because of this, I was there and then told that I would be promoted to
captain. Boy was I chuffed! I was even taken up to the senior's dining room
and given lunch there, though thought that my corporal could have done
better by being transferred there as the meal wasn't a patch on how he
could cook.

     After lunch as I shook hands with both, I was told to go to the
military tailors and get my new rank affixed to my uniform after my
promotion was announced, which was just before I returned to Iraq.

     It was a lonely night in my apartment after having had three nights of
sex with my corporal, missing out on our sucking and fucking of each other
and was somewhat glad to be returning to my own regimental barracks to be
cordially greeted by the colonel who was pleased for me in getting my
captaincy. I was told to hang around until it was officially announced. I
learned that the 2nd Battalion was going to be sent out to Iraq quite soon
and knew that my corporal and his partner had been transferred to it and so
I went to see if they were in fact here at our barracks. I went off to the
cook house and found that they were indeed there.

     It was corporal Peter Sargeant that saw me first and came to attention
and saluted me and returned the salute.

     `At ease corporal. Well what do you think of your posting?'

     `Marvellous sir. Thank you for arranging it and getting us out of
Aldershot. I see that you've been out where the sun shines,' he said,
smiling back at me.

     `Yes. Iraq. Where I believe you lot will be going out to soon,' I
said.

     `So the scuttlebutt says, though we will get some leave before we do,'
he said.

     `When are you due for this leave?' I asked.

     `In a week's time,' he said.

     `If I took some leave at the same time,' I said smiling at him, `would
you like to spend some of the time at my place?'

     `I'd like that sir,' he said, giving me a smile back, `but I will be
taking my leave with the sergeant there,' and nodded to where the sergeant
was standing and watching us.

     `Is he the partner you alluded to the last time we were together?'

     `Yes sir,' he replied as I looked over at the sergeant.

     `A nice choice,' I murmured. `Do you think he would join us?'

     `Having already told him about us and what, well, said how good it
was, he'll jump at coming with us,' he smiled back at me.

     I beckoned the sergeant over and he came to attention in front of me
with a salute which I returned.

     `At ease sergeant, at ease. So you're the partner of Peter here?. I
asked.

        `Yes sir, though it's something we don't advertise,' he replied.

     `My lips are sealed until there is something worth putting in between
them,' I said smiling at him. `I was offering Peter here to spend some time
of his leave at my place, but he's including you if you would like to come
too?'

     `I'd be delighted to accept sir. Especially after Bunny, er, Peter
told me at how he enjoyed his few days with you as your driver.'

     `Bunny?' I asked, looking at Peter and seeing him blush.

     `Yes,' he laughed. `I once said that he fucks like a rabbit and so I
gave him that name from a book title.'

     `Beatrix Potter! I remember the stories from my nursery days. He
hasn't called you Mopsey or Flopsey, has he?'

     `No,' he laughed. `My given name could be taken two ways anyway. As a
male or female whichever way it's spelt. Besides, I never mope of flop if
it comes to that.'

     `That's nice to hear. No women in your life then?'

     `No sir. Bunny is enough woman for me, especially when wear.....' He
suddenly stopped speaking.

     `Wear? You didn't finish. You mean wearing? Wearing what?' I asked,
smiling at his look of discomfort.

     `I...we...er, sort of play charades if you know what I mean,' he
stammered, blushing at the same time.

     `Now that I would like to see,' I said, `so you'll both spend a few
days at my place then during your leave?' I asked.

     `Yes sir, if you'll have us,' I replied.

     `I will, I will,' I said softly as I raised my hand up to my cap in a
salute and they returned the salute as I left the cookhouse. I went and
found out exactly when they were going to be given leave and also learnt
that I would be sent out four days before them, so it would only be for
three days that I could have both of them at my place.

     I knew that they wouldn't start until after breakfast on the day of
their leave and was waiting outside of the mess when they came out.

     `Get a car from the pool for me corporal,' I said to Peter. `The
sergeant can sit in the back with me.' Peter went off and I spoke with the
sergeant, asking how the two of them met and was surprised that it was only
eighteen months ago, as they had joined up the same day. `And now you are
lovers?'

     `Yes sir, though it's only you who knows, well apart from the lodger
at Peter's home,' he said, and that was it for the time being as Peter
drove up with a car and as their packs and my suitcase where put in the
boot, Peter held the car door open for me to get in and the sergeant, whose
name was Terry Marshall, quickly got into the back with me.

     We drove out of our camp and took the road for London.

     `So you actually dress up then?' I asked Terry.

     `Yes, and we find it quite exciting. Can we go to Peter's house first
and pick up our things? It's only in Wimbledon.'

     `Of course. Corporal. Go to your place first. You heard what for,' he
said.

     `Yes sir,' Peter replied.

     `I can't wait to see the pair of you dressed up as women,' I said,
giving Terry's thigh a rub. `I've even gone and got a hard on just thinking
about it, feel,' and I took his hand and placed it at my crotch. `Do you
think you could do something about it sergeant?' I asked in a soft voice,
pressing his hand down onto the bulge in my trousers.

     `Here? In the car?' he asked.

        `Why not? Nobody can see what we will be doing and the corporal has
already seen and tasted it,' I said, letting go of his hand and had him
fumble with my fly as he slid half off the seat as he finally got my
erection out of my trousers. He held it upright with a firm hand and I
couldn't stop the gasp I gave as he took the head of my cock into the heat
of his mouth. I inwardly groaned at the pleasure of having my cock sucked
again, also feeling the hand move up and down on my shaft and it wasn't
long before I erupted and had him swallow the lot without lifting his head
up, but kept on sucking till I was completely empty. The air felt cold over
the exposed flesh of my cock when he pulled up off me, looking up and
giving me a smile.

        `That sure is one big cock you've got there sir. The biggest I've
had before and can't wait for it to be put somewhere else.'

     `That was truly wonderful sergeant, and I too can't wait to put it
where you would, I think, rather enjoy it,' I said `Would you like me to
see to you now,' licking my lips.

     `Yes please sir,' he replied and so as he leaned back, I opened his
fly and pulled out his erect cock which I found to be somewhat smaller than
mine, but what the fuck, a rampant cock was a cock no matter what the size
was. He gave out a groan as I took the head in and sucked as I worked my
hand on him until he came, and it tasted very nice indeed.

     `That was rather nice sergeant,' I said sitting up and letting him put
himself away.

     `Thank you sir. That was the best head I've ever been given. Bunny and
I have still got a lot to learn.'

     It wasn't long before we stopped at Peter's house and he quickly went
and brought back a small suitcase and we carried on to my home. I directed
him to Whitehall and he then remembered where my place was and we were soon
inside. We had bought enough food for three days having told them that's
all the leave I had which seemed to be dis-appointing to them. I told them
that they could keep the car to be able to get back to the barracks when
their leave time expired.

     Terry was delighted when he saw my kitchen and was also pleased to see
the big bed in the bedroom where I left them to do their dressing up for
me.

     What a surprise it was to see the pair of them come into the kitchen
dressed up as women and for a moment, couldn't believe my eyes at seeing
these two gorgeous looking women looking back at me with shy smiles on
their faces.

     `Ye Gods! I wouldn't have believed it,' I gasped, seeing them like
this. `I wouldn't have recognised you and passed you by in the streets.'
This brought smiles to their faces and after taking each in turn into my
arms for a kiss, they then began to prepare dinner. They had seen how it
had turned me on and couldn't wait to get me to bed after the wonderful
meal they had given me.

     They even wore female underwear and it was very erotic to see them
reveal this when they slipped off their dresses and I didn't know which one
to turn to and fuck first. It was Peter that said I should fuck Terry first
and that he would, at the same time, fuck me. Three having sex together was
a first for me and it was incredible. We all donned a condom and Terry got
onto the bed first on his knees and I got on next behind him. He gave out a
cry when he first had my prick pushed up into his backside and with me
fully inside him, leaned over his back and had Peter get behind me and push
his erection up into me. Christ! Didn't my own cock expand at having a cock
up inside me while I was stuck up inside another.

     So with Peter moving himself in and out of me, he was the driving
force that made me then be doing the same to Terry. What a thrill this was
to being fucked whilst fucking another and such was the joy and pleasure of
this, I soon came, sending my seed up into Terry and still having to move
until Peter came inside me. I thought that Terry would go without any
fucking and Peter also missing out on being fucked, but I was wrong.

     `Stay there lieutenant,' Terry gasped and he fell forward, my still
hard cock sliding out of him as he moved out from under me and while I
still had Peter up inside me, moved round and pushed himself into Peter. So
as he began to fuck Peter, I still had his cock moving inside me. What a
wonderful experience this was for me with three of us managing to fuck and
be fucked at almost the same time.

     It was a glorious three days of us having sex between us in many
different variations, only leaving the bedroom to eat the meals that they
both cooked between them. Us all staying naked the whole time and even
having sex in the kitchen while the meals cooked in the oven. We even used
a hard backed chair where one would sit down and hold his erection upright
for one to straddle the thighs of the sitting down man and sink down onto
the erection until it was fully up inside him and then fuck himself by
lifting himself up and down while holding the sitting man in a cuddle and
kissing at the same time. That was great fun too.

     We enjoyed having sex so much that we ran out of condoms and so that
last night in bed, we took each other bare back which stopped us sucking on
the cock after being removed from the backside of the one just having been
fucked. It was almost what you would call frantic that last morning before
breakfast when we fucked each other and both of them had tears in their
eyes when we kissed our goodbyes and watched them drive off to finish their
last few days of their leave.

     I then went off to the military tailors' to get my captain's bars
fitted to my uniforms before dropping into the Foreign Office for any more
information that might have come in from Iraq before I went back to our
regimental headquarters.

     That night, I was flown out of England with quite a few others to land
in Iraq just as dawn was breaking. I'd only been away for two weeks and you
would have thought it had been years the way the squad greeted me. Though
it was mentioned at me having had leave and them not, to which I snorted
and told them that I didn't have anything like a leave and then made them
get out and do an obstacle course, saying that they looked as if they had
all put on weight in my absence and not having had to do anything but laze
about.

     They groaned at this, but went out and did quite well with me just
watching them go through their paces. I was also congratulated in the
officer's mess at my advancement which pleased me, but not on being told
that we would be moving up the following day to have a go at getting at the
insurgents.

     I was briefed the next morning and shown on the map where I was to go
and take a bridge at Samawa that crossed the river Euphrates, north west of
Nasiriya. I was given the date to take this bridge and hold for more of our
troops would be then approaching and would need it to cross the river.

     It took us two days to get into position where we could observe the
bridge before nightfall. I wasn't at all happy at the open ground before it
and decided to do a night foray up to it to see it close up. I took one of
the new guys that had been allotted to us for he was quite a strong looking
man. I cannot remember what his name was now but that doesn't matter, what
happened does.

     We blacked up and with only pistols and knives, we stealthy approached
the bridge, taking care to not be observed by any sentries on watch. This
meant crawling the last few hundred yards till we spotted a patrolling
guard and noted his route. We then moved our position until we got to where
he turned and retraced his steps. This man we were going to take out on his
return. I briefly told the soldier with me what we were going to do and
then waited till the man strolled back up to where we lay hidden.

     It was when he turned that we moved, silently up behind him and he was
given a hefty thump on the back of his neck for him to be rendered
senseless. With him out of action, we dragged him well back towards where
we were positioned but stopped before we reached it. About halfway there
was a gully into which we dropped him and then smacked him about until he
was conscious.

     I spoke in Arabic to him in wanting to know what was waiting for us on
the other side of the bridge. He wouldn't tell me a thing, that is, not
until we had really dealt with him. I had the other soldier with me beat
the shit out of him and pull down his trousers. Still without getting
anything from him used my last resort. I got him bent over and I pulled out
my cock and rubbed it to raise it up and then rammed myself up his
backside. He couldn' t call out for my other helper was keeping his mouth
shut as I fucked him up the arse.

     After coming inside him, I pulled him round and got out my pistol and
held it to his head and had my helper open his mouth. In Arabic I told him
that I was now going to shove my shit covered cock into his mouth and choke
him if he didn't tell me what I wanted to know. If he as much as brought
his teeth down onto my cock, I would shoot him. It was only after wiping
the end of my cock under his nose did he break and tell me what I wanted to
know.

     I wiped my cock on his shirt and had him pull up his trousers and I
then told my fellow soldier to break his neck. I had no compunction at
giving this order to which he complied and broke the poor buggers neck. If
I had let him live, he might, at a later date capture me and I would then
get more than having a shit covered cock shoved in my mouth.

     We scooped out some of the sand and rolled him in the small depression
and covered his body before making our way back to where the rest of the
squad were.

     We laid up for the rest of the day as the date for taking the bridge
would be that evening but with now knowing that the other side knew we were
about to attack the bridge, were in a state of readiness for us. This would
then be suicidal to make a frontal assault and so I worked out a new plan
from the original one I was told to do and the squad were in full agreement
to this. We lazed away the day getting as much sleep as we could and it
must have been close on midnight when we had a visit from a general.

     `Kane!' He didn't shout for his voice would have carried over to the
other side, but you could tell by the tone that he was angry. `Why haven't
you moved off to take the bridge?'

     `We're not going to......' he wouldn't let me finish what I was going
to say before blustering on.

     `You're not going to? You've been given an order to attack that bridge
and attack it you will,' he almost shouted.

     `Sir. We are not going......' Again he wouldn't let me finish.

     `You've been ordered to take that bridge. Are you a coward then?'

     That was when I hit him. A full fisted punch right on the jaw, not
only knocking him arse over tit but rendering him unconscious too.

     `I'm not a coward you lump of shit,' I hissed at his body, `but I'm
not prepared to commit suicide for such a stupid plan.' I was seething. Mad
even at being called a coward.

     `Okay squad! Get your things together for we are going to take that
bridge but my way, not theirs.'

     I could see the grins on their faces as we got all our equipment
together and in single file, we made our way down river before finding a
good place to cross. It meant swimming, but it wasn't that far to the
opposite bank, and with taking care of our rifles and other stuff, we
crossed the Euphrates.

     We were wet and cold when we reached the other bank and checked to see
that our weapons were still dry before moving off, following my plan to
assault those guarding the bridge.

     Knowing their numbers and placements, we hit them with a three pronged
attack and wiped them all out without a loss of a man on our side, but we
now had the bridge which was the main objective. There were welcome shouts
when our men came across the river bridge unhindered and went on to take
the attack to the enemy. We bid them good luck and I wasn't surprised to
see them being followed up by two big hefty members of the Military Police.

     `Captain Kane!' the one in front said without saluting me. `You are
under arrest for striking a senior officer. You are to come with us to
headquarters.'

     `No!' cried out some of the squad who were within hearing range. `No!
You can't!'

     `We can and we will,' the cop shouted back at their noise as they
began to move forward, crowding round them. `Now move back or you'll be in
trouble too.'

     `Move back men' I called out. `They are only doing their job as we did
ours, only they are following the orders of the prat I floored.' They all
laughed at this but moved back. `Sergeant Feathers! Take charge of the
squad and keep them under control.'

     `Yes sir!' he saluted. `If you need us, just give out a shout and
we'll come running.'

     `Okay Charlie, thanks,' I said before turning to the army policemen.

  `Let's go,' and so I went off with the two military policemen and gave
the squad a farewell wave as I went back across the bridge we had safely
taken.

     First it was to headquarters and then onto Basra where I was confined
to what was our barracks of sorts there. I hadn't been handcuffed but told
that I was to remain in barracks under close arrest until a court martial
was convened.

     I was assigned a major to be my legal representative and to him I gave
all that had transpired between me and the general before the taking of the
bridge. He said that in spite of the general not letting me speak to say
that I had changed the plans was not enough to stop me being convicted of
assaulting a senior officer. That was the crux of the matter. Striking a
senior officer was definitely a no-no, in spite of him calling me a
coward. Name calling wasn't sufficient grounds to actually strike out.

     It was two weeks before the court sat and the whole squad had to be
recalled to give evidence on my behalf with the general being the first to
give his evidence of my physical attack on him. Each member of the squad
were then called in turn to give their version of the event, mostly saying
that there was an argument between myself and the general but all denied
having seen me hit the general.

     Their evidence finished before lunch time and the court was adjourned
till the following day when it would be my turn to speak. It was a surprise
at lunch time to find that Spencer from the Foreign Office had turned up.

     We spent the whole afternoon and evening talking this over and coming
to a conclusion at the end. He had listened to all that I had done and also
to what the squad had to say on my behalf. But, he told me, the general had
a lot of clout with the upper echelon and it looked as I would be found
guilty as charged and would be stripped of my rank and be sent to prison in
spite of the squads evidence. He only had one solution to my dilemma and
that was to resign my commission, therefore with the court of enquiry not
being able to give out a verdict on a civilian, I would then be free.

     `But that's tantamount to admitting that he did indeed strike the
general!' my legal adviser cried.

     `That's true,' said Spencer, `but he won't go to jail and I could use
such a man as him. He's intelligent and knows how to get things done and to
hell with the rules. That's the kind of people I employ in doing my job in
protecting the country without going to war.'

     We listened to all he had to say and in the end I agreed with him but
under the condition that I worked for him on a voluntary basis and not be
tied as it were, to being an employee of the government. I didn't have to
work as I had money of my own and did not need to seek full employment. My
legal man wasn't happy with my stand but agreed that I would then avoid
prison.

     So the next morning at the hearing, he announced to those officers
that were the judicial people involved, that his client, me, was resigning
my commission.

     There were many cries from those sitting at the back of the court,
most of them being my squad, but were brought to quietness by the banging
of a gavel. When asked if this was correct, I said it was and passed over
my letter of resignation. They knew that by doing so, I was in fact almost,
without saying the words, that I had indeed struck the general. With them
taking my letter, it was accepted and had no choice but to conclude the
court martial without coming to a verdict.

     I was free but out of the army as of that moment. The squad all
crowded round me as we left the court and made their displeasure known at
what I had done and it took some time to convince them that it was the only
thing I could have done. A lot of this talking we did in a bar not far from
the court where we went to and I think I got most of the squad pissed with
the amount of drink that was consumed.

     It was during this talk and drinking session that I got an idea after
hearing Charlie say that he wasn't far off from his time in the army and
now wasn't sure if he wanted to stay in much longer the way things were
going as opposed to the old days.

     What I proposed to him was that if he left the army, would he be
prepared to come and live in my building as a caretaker. He would have a
ground floor apartment and would also control the rents over the other
apartments as well as seeing that the place was kept clean as well as
guarded. He was all for it and we shook hands on the deal giving me the
date when his time would be up. I then added that I also had three other
buildings that could do with a caretaker and if any other members of the
squad wanted a good working position in civvy street to let me know in
seeing that a place was made ready for them.

     So digressing slightly into the future, three others of the squad,
them being, Jimmy Knowles, Donald Fraser and Ronald Digby became my
caretakers of the other three mansions with Charlie in mine. But this was
staggered somewhat as their dates of when they could leave varied a little,
but they knew that they then had a cushy job to go to when that time
actually arrived for them to leave the army. Though they would leave with
honour whereas I left in disgrace.

     But back to being in Basra, I was promised a flight back to England
and what with drinking so much with the boys, I was quite pissed myself
when I left the bar to many farewell cheers and found myself an hotel for
the night. Drunk as I was, I still didn't go without sex for I chatted up
the porter of the hotel, an Arab, who would with money changing hands,
sleep with me and be fucked. It was the first and only time that I paid a
man to fuck but I blame that on my having drunk too much in the bar with
the squad.

     I can remember having the brown cheeks of his bum in front of me and
sticking my cock up inside him, but if I enjoyed it, I don't know, except
that I had him twice more before morning. No. He didn't get to fuck me and
I did use a condom each time.

     The following morning, with a bit of a hangover, I met with Spencer as
arranged at Basra's airport and we flew back to London together. He
explained all that he did and what would be required of me after he had me
sign the Official Secrets Act. This meant that I could not reveal anything
that I learned in this new job to anyone who hadn't signed this form and
could be imprisoned if I did so. It was also a security blanket on both
sides.

     There were many intricacies that for obvious reasons I cannot talk
about but basically the purpose of this department was to gather any
information worldwide that could affect the security of the British
Isles. There were desks that collected this, covering every country in the
world to assess what they picked up to pass higher up which was assessed
and anything of note was passed even further up the chain until it
eventually landed on Spencer's desk who then made the decision on the
action to be taken. I was to be one of his men to implement the action he
so desired to be done.

     Deep in the bowels of the Foreign Office, I visited the gym and
shooting gallery where all such as me were expected to keep fit and try to
improve our shooting skills. I also visited the forgery section that made
up any papers, passports or documents that might be needed to cover all
circumstances that an operator might need out in the field.

     Being somewhat at a loss at what I was expected to do, I spent a lot
of time in the canteen at first, listening to some of the old hands
regaling me with their most notable figures. This was of Frobisher who had
been the head of intelligence and his best two operatives, Wesson and a
young girl Francis Lyon. She had been recruited at sixteen whilst in the
Merchant Navy and was sadly killed in a plane crash when she was only
twenty six years old. She was always remembered for the many successful
coups she achieved in her short life.

     (Ed: See this story in "Francis" in these editions.)

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